(feat. T.I.)
[T.I.] 

Say man 

Old niggas told me there two types of nigga I life you know 

Niggas who talk that shit 

And niggas who do that shit 



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Let them niggas gon hate cos they got to 

What I care about you 

Hey you know I been doing this for years 

Other niggas saying wait, I ain't got to 

Other niggas cop two 

And you know I been doing this for years 

why theses niggas gon hate? 

Cos they got to 

Never let em stop you 

Hey you know I been doing this for years 

Other niggas sayin wait, I ain't got to 

you know I been not to 

you know I been doing this for years. 



[Verse 1]

Hit the club do it big 

Show these niggas how I live 

100 gs for the chain 

Couple mill for the crib 

If you had it like I had 

I bet you do it like this 

Lamborghini dubs going up 

Looking so sick 

I make it rain 

I make it rain 

In any club that I go into 

Toss a couple stacks out 

Ballin yeah that's what I do 

And these niggas know exactly what I'm riding on 

(what you ride homie) 

24 inches on the old school 

Beat up knockin 

These hoes keep jockin 

And these tags imma pop em 

I'm a real show shopper 

Sold out shows everywhere I go 

Just to hear the young boy from the old ways flow 

When it comes to the money imam get that doe 

Imam get that doe nigga that's for sho 

Can't nobody do it quite like this man 

They cool but they ain't like this man 

Got ice on my neck and my wrist man 

Ya'll niggas can't do it like this man 

And im stil on top whether you like it or not 

Nigga I won't flop 

What you think cos I sold a couple of million I'm gon stop? 



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[Verse 2]

These Nigga can't do it like I 

Everyday this nigga stay fly 

26 inches be on my ride 

Hear my dubs be suicide 

Still black card spending 

If it's hot then I'm in it 

When it comes to the hoes you know imma get em 

At the mall everyday so you know that I'm fitted 

Everything that I done hop in undid it 

Tell these men first time I drop 

6 years later still on top 

Makin these hits but it ain't gon stop 

Imma get this money til my casket drop 

And yes, yes my nigga imma baller 

They had to nickname me Mr tear the mall up 

Clip the bar 

When I hit that mall 

Shut the whole mall down 

Buying everything I saw 

And these lame niggas hating on me cos they hoes all want me 

Hey it ain't my fault 

You should havin it, check homie 

Something like a pimp 

Yeah I ball from a sip 

So much money in my pocket got me walkin with a limp 

And you say you got money but I ain't like this 

Amd imma keep shinin on you haters so sick 

Haha 



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